Betrayed Bloodlines: The Alpha's Final Penalty

f old blood that always lingered in the Graves family stronghold. Serena stood in the center o

by the massive obsidian desk, his ba

na's voice cracked the oppressive silence. "My mother isn't answer

ical map with a scarred finger. "Serena, walk with

nt, searching for the familiar warmth of the Alpha who had spent half the previous night marking her, claiming her with a desperation that had felt

ring amber, were flat-void of the primal co

elivered with the same detachment he used for territorial disputes. "T

n fated for eight years. You're the Alpha of the Graves bloodline. We do

ou the Graves Glass Estate and the territorial rights to the Nightwood House. Your monthly tribute from the Ironclaw Vaults is secure

d her hands onto the desk, leaning into his space. "I care about why my Alpha is standing across

on the desk," he commanded

't a tactical report. It was a lineage result, the ink still fresh. "A

in

he dark expanse of the Nightwood. "I broke protocol at the sacred mating

to the stomach. "You took another female to the

th a hint of shame. "The moon was high, the whiskey was spiked with wolfsbane, and I didn't use

ot, angry tears. "You said you wanted me all to yourself!

in a hard, cruel line. "I cannot allow a Graves heir to be born outside the pack hierarchy. I will not h

snapping like scorched wire. "I'm not a territory you can just swap out because

wolf is easy?" he growled, a lo

led contract. You're sitting there in your War Room, looking at me like I'm

s voice returning to that icy, professional calm.

ed shard of glass. She picked up the pen. "If I sign those, you shift and l

ed for the first time.

. That includes the dirt y

ory. "You should go to the Art Den. Stay with Valeria or Freya unti

like a whip. "I'm the one who stayed loyal to th

muttered, his Alpha instinct bristling at the loss of hi

oice dripping with cold authority. "You can take your clothes and your blades, but every piece of furnitu

t like a physical barrier. "I understand the feral rage, Serena. I am trying to handle

n!" She stepped toward him, her eyes flashing silver. "Eight years! Eight years you never touch

y grandfather's will is absolute. Any heir born out of wedlock is stripped of th

dy to step into my life? She

r. "Once I laid out the territorial benefits and the protection of the Mafia Council

ger. Serena felt the last tether of the bond snap. The silence in h

t out of my sight," she said,

ent if you stayed at the

ed toward the heavy oak doors, her wolf snarling just benea